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Chapter XI: Traffic

Percy had been lucky that Grover decided to stay at Juniper's that night. Since he'd arrived at New Rome, Percy had put away a bit of his check, or rather, cash to secure his own place one day. He'd brought up the idea to Grover, and truthfully, he hadn't been as thrilled as Percy would have thought. Then again, the concept of a home without Grover felt a bit odd to him as well. Maybe bizarre wasn't the word, lonely?

He pushed those thoughts to the background of his mind. He and Grover kept the studio reasonably clean, for their standards, but whenever Juniper came over, Grover always made the extra effort to make the place look nice. It was only right for him to do the same for his… date? Friend? Girlfriend? Percy didn't really know what Rachel was to him, but he did know that he smiled whenever she was round. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the broom from the closet; then, he got to work.

When the knock on the door came, Percy had just put away the rest of the supplies, and the place practically glistened. Unfortunately, so did his body, with sweat. Percy pulled off his shirt and tossed it into the laundry bin; he toweled himself off quickly before he jumped into a simple, purple, SPQR T-shirt he'd bought from some gift shop when he'd grown tired of wearing Grover's most baggy collection.

"Percy?" Rachel called out, "Are you in there?"

He bolted towards the door and flung it open. Rachel stepped back but recoiled when Percy sent her a soft smile, "Sorry about that." Percy stepped aside, "Come on in."

Rachel stepped in and looked around with a playful grin, "Just finished cleaning the place, I suppose?"

"Keen eye," Percy said with a curled lip, "Maybe you should be the consultant."

"Far too much work for me," Rachel said with a falsified pout, "I could break a nail." Percy laughed, "Seriously though, I appreciate the effort. Did you pick a movie yet, and are we waiting for Grover and Juniper?"

"No to both," Percy said, "Grover and Juniper are out tonight, and I figured you should be here considering I know nothing about movies."

"Smart man," Rachel said. The redhead brushed past him and picked up the remote before she fell backward on the couch. Percy took the seat beside her. Rachel scrolled mindlessly, then smiled, "So, how did your first case go?"

"Alright," Percy said, "We have a suspect who we think might be part of this underground drug trade. He's not speaking though and asked for his lawyer."

"Hmm, then he's smarter than the thugs you see on T.V." Rachel leaned her head on Percy's shoulder, "You'll find a way though, I know it." She looked up at him, and Percy leaned forward. He caught her lips with his and, for a second, sat in the comfort before Rachel pulled back. "Oh, I know! You ever watch the movie The Princess Bride?"

Percy shook his head. Rachel's eyes grew with horror. "It's like the best movie ever. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise. We're watching it tonight! Executive Order." She punched in her Disney Plus credentials before she slammed down on the play button. Percy just laughed.

Percy's body melded into the couch. Worry and concern fell off his shoulders the second that Rachel had rested her head on them. Percy's arm trembled briefly before he'd put his arm around her, but he'd found he'd immensely enjoyed the ability to bring Rachel closer towards him. Percy smiled at the joy Rachel showed at the part in the movie where the Sicilian guy and Dread Pirate Roberts. The word 'Inconcivable' made Percy smirk each time, though he couldn't be sure if the joy came from the movie or the way Rachel seemed to climb further into him.

By the time the credits rolled, Rachel had straddled him completely, and Percy's heart pounded thunderously in his chest. Rachel tugged at his hair as she kissed him, and Percy's face had turned beat red as Rachel guided his hands lower down her back. His breath hitched when Rachel gripped the hem of his shirt, and he pulled his hand back instantly. "Oh god! Percy, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's not that," Percy said. He blushed furiously, "I- I like it. It's just, my body it's." He looked away shamefully, "It's not the prettiest sight and I-"

"Percy," Rachel said, "Can I see?" Percy stood like a statue. His mind raced with a hundred excuses, but Percy's will to make a choice was stolen from him by the look in Rachel's emerald pools. He nodded and held his breath. Percy had hoped she'd have gone slowly, but Rachel had elected to rip the whole shirt off at once.

Rachel gasped. Her always warm hand felt cold when it rested upon his chest, lined with shrapnel and knife scars. Her fingers traced his injuries, and each lit up with fire at her touch. "Gods, Percy," She whispered, "Your life, whatever your past was, it must have been hell." Percy swallowed at Rachel's watery smile, "If you had to go through all of this alone, I'm so sorry. This is just-,"

"Disgusting?" Percy suggested.

She shook her head, "No," Rachel said warmly, "I was going to say inspiring." Percy's eyes widened, "Do you know what scars show, Percy?" He shook his head, "The show things, horrible, terrible, things that we've lived through, things that didn't kill us. What these scars show me, Percy, is just how strong you are. They're nothing to be ashamed of."

"They don't freak you out?" Percy croaked.

"Not even a little," Rachel whispered back. She leaned forward, and Percy pressed up to meet her. Her tongue danced in his mouth before he pushed her back. Rachel let him explore her mouth before the two broke apart. She pulled off her shirt, and Percy's body tingled at Rachel's peppered kisses.

Percy gripped her head just before she'd gotten to his waistline and groaned, "Rachel, wait," he moaned.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked.

"Gods no," He whimpered back.

"Then don't worry about anything else right now," She whispered and jetted up towards his lips, "Just for now, let's focus on you and me."

Percy woke with a haze of bliss. Clothes, both his and Rachel's, decorated Grover's floor. Guilt filled his chest with a mild ting; the sheets he currently lied in weren't his, but Grover's. Though with the way Grover and Juniper had both wished for his and Rachel's relationship to evolve, Percy figured his friend would forgive him. So long as he changed the sheets, of course.

The full moonlight peered through the window. Percy shuffled softly beneath the sheets and climbed from the bed. When he'd trained in stealth, Percy had never imagined it would come in handy in a situation like this, but he was beyond glad to have mastered the art of silent footsteps. He stepped silently along the floor and rearranged the discarded into piles atop the couch before he dug through his closet.

Black had never truly been Percy's color. He loved blue and sea green, though he was developing quite a fondness for red. Still, it was the color best suited for his mission, and Percy donned his black shirt, pants, and unrolled his ski mask. Maybe a little too, movie-ish, he thought, but it'll do.

A sleepy groan ripped itself from Rachel's throat, and Percy swallowed down a curse. Her freckled frame rested beautifully in the moonlight. Percy wanted little more than to curl into bed beside her once more and drift into a comfortable sleep, but there was work to be done. He sent the redhead one last, long look before he locked the door behind her.

I'll be back before you wake up, he said to himself before he bolted toward the fire escape. He climbed down the stairs normally; Percy doubted it was check often, but he knew there was a security camera set on the fire escape, and a jump from the building would only have made it more suspicious. He pushed himself onto a trolly cart that Percy knew would take him just to the edge of Hestia's Heart, and smirked at the thought of Reyna's words. Maybe if I could get Lit to talk and convince Cleander that Lit betrayed him than I could maybe get Cleander to spill.

Percy rubbed the cold from his hands, "And so the game begins."

The Nyx was just how Percy remembered it, confusing. Pathways splintered off in what Percy thought was forty different directions at every end, but he had his memory. It wasn't that Percy was a genius; he'd say he was of average intelligence, but he memorized patterns like a fiend, and it had never led him astray. He'd never betrayed his instincts before, and he was right not to, as, within minutes, he found himself before the cobweb coated building.

He smirked at the rusty vents, but the key in his pocket pulled his attention towards the front door. Not today, old friend, Percy thought. He gave a low chuckle before he shimmed the key in the lock and forced the door to open. He gazed at the key once more, "Now if I were a betting man, I'd say this guy gave himself a nice top floor abode."

Percy leapt into the elevator and rode it to the top floor. He rolled his eyes at the single door that lined the hall. At this point, it would be cheating not to do this. He made it so obvious. Once more, Percy finagled the key in the lock until the door creaked open.

"Bingo," Percy whispered.

Percy adjusted his mask once more and shuffled into the mysterious room. Percy would have looked to be wasting his time to an untrained professional, but Percy was far from untrained. He didn't need to scout; he'd been gifted with extraordinary abilities and knew how to use them. He closed his eyes and held his breath; then, he listened. He listened for the faintest squeak of a floorboard, the faintest snore of a man fast asleep, a man away at the balcony. He listened and heard nothing.

He released his held breath and grinned beneath the dark fabric which covered his face. He pulled himself from his crouch position and hustled around the apartment.

"Now," Percy muttered. His gloved hand brushed the dust from untouched relics around the room, "If I were a drug dealer, where would I hide my stash." He smiled at the recently used and well-maintained bookcase, "Yeah right, there's no way that guy is this well read."

Moby Dick, The Scarlet Letter, Nineteen Eight-Four, Percy rolled his eyes at the list. Even for a boy who grew up on a hidden island, Percy knew them to be classic literature. The guy Reyna had arrested, Percy was surprised he even knew how to read. His leather coated fingers traced the spines of the books, "Eeny, meeny, miny, this one."

Percy yanked Pride and Prejudice from the shelves, and before he could even open it, a brick of pure yellow fell to the floor with a thud. "Hello there."

"Now then, for part two," Percy scanned the room, "If I were dealing with an underground mob, I'd have a phone specific for contact with them. Where would I hide said phone?" He scratched his chin and paced forward. For as horrid as the apartment building appeared from the outside, the lack of weakened floorboards had been rather remarkable. Nearly every length of wood had been neatly placed, nearly.

Percy's brow raised at the shakiness of one of the boards beneath his feet. He clenched his hand into a ball, and with a silent grunt, he splintered the wood beneath him. It was dark beneath the floor, but one object glistened with a gunmetal grey through the blackness, and Percy pulled the phone from the depths. Percy slid the sidekick up and hit the camera.

"Might be low quality, but hopefully, Reyna can make it work."

The flash of the camera illuminated the dark room before Percy typed in Reyna's phone number and sent the pictures before he deleted the messages from the phone. "That should get the ball rolling," Percy said smugly before he pulled the sim from the back of the phone and snapped it. "Now then, back to bed."

Percy had timed his toss perfectly for the trolly to race over the remains of the burner phone when he climbed aboard his ride back to Grover's place. He'd hated to discard of his own clothes and replace them with that of the slob of the man who currently sat in the station's holding cell, but if he'd been caught on camera in the same outfit, it wouldn't have been much of a ruse.

When he'd arrived back at the apartment, he let out a thin sigh of relief. Rachel still slept soundly, her naked body curled into the sheets to keep warm. Percy softly discarded his clothing and closed the hamper lid, before he crawled back into bed with the redhead. His head no sooner touched the pillow before, sleepily, Rachel mumbled, "Where'd you go?"

"Something for work real quick, don't worry too much about it," Percy said warmly. His hand brushed her hair and tucked one of her wild curls behind her ears, "Just go back to sleep."

"Don't need to tell me twice." Rachel rolled over before she glanced back at him. "Cuddle me, will you? Do I really have to spell it out."

Percy chuckled, then, he did as he was bid. Their sleep had been calm and blissful. Percy had never experienced pleasure the way he had with Rachel that night and he found himself in a dream that replayed their 'activity' before he woke. A heavy swear left his lips beneath his breath at the sound of his work alarm. He silenced it instantly and shuffled once more from the bed.

Yes, Percy had been at fault for the timer being set two hours before he technically needed to be at work, but Percy had always found that he did better with frequent naps rather than prolonged sleep. Maybe it was the way he was trained? Maybe it was just what his modified body needed? What he did know was the warmth of the shower comforted him for the short time he could indulge himself. He'd have been a pretty bad… boyfriend? Friend? Lover? Lover he decided. He figured he'd have been a pretty bad lover if he left Rachel with no hot water.

The towel hung loosely over his still wet hair when his phone pinged. Grover had blown up his line with what felt like 100 questions. How did your date go? Is she still there? Can I come back? Did you well… do it? Percy rolled his eyes at the onslaught of Grover's questions but smiled all the same as he typed his reply.

First, why are you up so early? He texted, Second, it went great. Third, please don't come back home for another like, two-ish hours. Grover replied positively enough, though his continuous probing left Percy with no other option than to silence his phone.

His stomach growled impatiently as he rummaged through the fridge quietly as possible. He pulled the carton of eggs and got to work as quietly as he could. Studio Apartments, however, won't known for their ability to keep things quiet. Rachel awoke with a groan from his noise and groaned. She stumbled forward and the sheets fell from her chest to show her topless glory. Percy watched the redhead glance at her phone before she flopped back into the bed, "This right here. This is something we're going to need to fix if we keep doing this."

"Sorry, more of a nap guy than long hibernations," Percy laughed. "If you're up though, I might as well make you some breakfast. How do you like your eggs."

"Unfertilized, hopefully." Rachel muttered. Percy felt his heart stop before she chuckled, "Wow, you should see the look on your face! You looked even more scared than you were on Jupiter's Drop! I told you, I use birth control, don't go so worked up." Her eyes shifted from side to side, "Although, maybe I like it when you get worked up?"

Percy blushed furiously at the naked red-head. "Gods, you are adorable, you know that?" Rachel teased, "But to answer your question seriously, over easy?"

"I hate you," Percy muttered before he got to work on his lover's breakfast.

Percy had quickly discovered that Rachel looked better in all of his shirts than he did. They hung long on her, and Rachel looked just decent enough a pair of long socks and his stupid Beach Boy, sea green, t-shirt. They ate silently, though just from their glances, Percy could hear Rachel's thoughts in his head. The girl held back a question in her eyes, and Percy prayed she wouldn't ask it. It wasn't that Percy was unsure if he liked her or not, he very much did. It was the uncertainty of what that meant to him that unnerved him.

His phone lit up and Percy reached for it, the name on the text had been just the one he'd expected. Reyna's name flickered on his screen and Percy opened the message with a grin: Jackson, you need to come in, now! Major breakthrough in the case! Get here, ASAP! Percy placed down the phone and shook his head, Reyna was definitely not known for her patience.

Rachel glanced up at him like a lost puppy. There was something about the girl that made even her blank stares works of art. He grinned in return, "Hey, I'm so sorry about this, but there's been a major breakthrough in the case and Reyna wants me there ASAP."

"Can't you just call out today?" Rachel whined, adorably.

"Would if I could," Percy replied, "But Reyna is pretty scary and I don't like the idea of making her mad." As if by instinct, he leaned down and kissed her softly, and for a moment, he found himself glued to her strawberry flavored lips. To his disappointment, he finally pulled away, "Sorry about this, and thank you?"

"For the sex?"

"No, I mean, well yes, but-," Percy's stammer made Rachel smile a bright grin, "You're terrible, you know that?"

"I know," She returned. "And Percy, be safe, okay?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm very difficult to get rid of," Percy said before he threw on his peacoat and darted out the door.

Percy felt a new rush in his veins the whole way to the station. Confusion is often considered a side-effect of free thought, and for so long, Percy had found himself unable to have that luxury. He'd been trained to be decisive, to take orders and do whatever was necessary to complete them. But now, he felt lighter. He was confused without a doubt, but whatever was to happen between himself and Rachel, that was his choice. For the first time, he had choice, and Percy loved it.

Only two cars sat in the parking lot when Percy arrived at the doors of the precinct. He didn't gamble regularly, but Percy would've put money that he knew exactly who the owner's where of the two cars. He'd been proven correct when, even before the front desk workers had clocked in, Commissioner Chase raced to the door to unlock it. Percy nodded appreciatively towards the middle aged man who'd politely informed him he was the last to arrive. Percy hoped that wherever Leo lived, it was closer to the station than he was, otherwise, he wasn't quite sure he could live with the title of 'Later than Leo.'

Frank's dark-circle filled face had been the first he saw when he entered their department's room. He grumbled something that Percy assumed was good morning before he pointed in the direction of Reyna and Leo. Of all the people who Percy might have guessed would have been a morning person, he thought Frank was a shoo-in, he was wrong.

Reyna marched back and forth anxiously. Her fingers tapped her thighs and her lips moved with inaudible mumbles. Her phone sat by Leo's side and the latino man appeared to be on his sixth cup of coffee, the paper cups littered on the group beneath him.

"Damn!" Leo hissed before he smirked to Percy's confusion, "I've got to hand it to whoever designed the phone that sent you this message, their encryption is top tier. It's not even traceable by our police tech. If it is a burner, it's no surprise why they didn't toss the phone, this shit is like a fortress."

"I don't care about that right now," Reyna hissed, "I got Lit's number for his phone from Nico. Can you make the number that sent me those images, match Lit's."

"Oh yeah, I did that like an hour ago," Leo said off-handedly.

"Then why did you tell me?!" Reyna roared.

"Dunno," Leo said with a shrug, "Maybe I like the way you pace behind me, babe. Plus you're always so connected to your phone, I figured you needed to step away from screens and embrace the world of conviviality."

"Shut up Leo," Reyna groaned. She snatched the phone from the desk, "This phone already has the masked text message then?"

"Man you really are cranky in the morning," Leo yawned. Percy found the fact that a man that highly caffeinated was even capable of yawning fascinating, but pushed it aside at Leo's dull nod, "But to answer your question, beautiful, yes."

Reyna smiled, then hugged Leo. Percy's eyes nearly popped out of his eyes at the girl's thanks before she flashed towards him. "Jackson, you're late." Percy remained quiet, "We got a huge evidence dump and we're going to confront our friend Cleander about it. You're coming with me."

"Okay, but why?" Percy asked.

"You're good at irritating people, and you've already gotten under his skin before. People are less able to lie when they're annoyed. Come on," Reyna said. Percy followed, though wasn't quite sure how much he liked that role on the team had boiled down to Lead Pesterer.

Reyna sent a text to Frank to bring over Cleander to the Interrogation Room 1 on their way to the small and cramped room. Sweat beat down Percy's brow within moments and he marveled at the way Reyna remained perfectly dry. Percy had been accustomed to heat, his underground workouts on Olympus made him almost immune to heat flashes, but that didn't stop his sweat. Percy bit back a laugh at Reyna's pre-interview routine which consisted of practiced looks of empathy into her phone's front camera before she jumped back to an apathetic glance.

Most interrogations rooms to Percy's knowledge were either unseasonable hot or bitterly cold. Truthfully, Percy was grateful Reyna and the NRPD preferred the former… Percy hated the cold. Cleander, obviously did not. Frank dragged the half-asleep man into the room after a heavy handed knock. Percy couldn't even get to ten before the man released a flurry of swears about how hot the, quote, fucking god damn furnace of a vagina the room was, end quote.

"Colorful vocabulary," Reyna said flatly, "Let's talk, Cleander."

"I already told you, I have nothing to say to you until my lawyer gets here," Cleander barked. "You should throw me back in my cell if you know what's good for you. This ain't my first time through this stupid game. I know for a fact that what you're doing is illegal."

"That's true," Reyna said, "But I'm only reaching out to you as a courtesy. See, we received some evidence last night that will make your defense so much harder. All I'm here to do is offer you a deal."

"You found evidence now, did you?" Cleander laughed, "Suck my dick, bitch. How's that for a deal?"

"Eh, trust me, better looking men then you have tried to ask her to do the same," Percy muttered, "You don't stand a chance." Percy grinned and glanced towards Reyna, "Plus man, she's a prude, look at her, it would be a boring lay for sure."

Reyna's glare screamed: This better have a point or you're dead. Percy swallowed and hoped to every god he knew he was right, "But, you, you seem like fun. I'm sure the other, bigger, tougher guys will have a field day taking turns on you." Cleander's eyes widened to the size of marbles and steam shot from his nostrils, Percy, nevertheless, continued, "See, when I saw you, I took your for a screamer? You look the type? Yeah, I'm sure the guys inside will love making you squeal like a pig in there."

"You shut up!" Cleander roared. His cuffed hands slammed against the table and Percy simply smiled. "Oh you think you're funny, don't you? You weren't so funny when I broke your nose yesterday, were you?" Percy shrugged indifferently. "You smug son of a bitch, why don't you come a little closer and I'll finish what I started yesterday!"

"Really not helping your case," Percy pestered. "First assault on a law-enforcement consultant, know a death threat, you really do only have two brain cells. I guess that explains why your friend Lit was so eager to flip on you for immunity, your chances really aren't looking that good. I mean, I'm not even a lawyer, but I managed to get that anger out of you. One explosion like that in the courtroom and I don't care how good your case is, you're getting buried beneath the jail."

"Bullshit!" Cleander spat, "Lit would never betray me!"

"Never, huh?" Reyna said, "That's odd. Because we traced back this number to our records, and we found it belonged to one, Lityerses. Isn't that odd?"

Percy grinned, "See, I'm not even a cop, but I know that's a lot of ambrosia in that picture. Nobody has that much just for personal use."

"I must say, Percy, for someone who isn't a detective, you don't have a bad eye at all," Reyna grinned. "From just the image alone, this is easily enough proof for evidence to distribute. That's a slide twenty-five there. I gotta know, Cleander, you're what, mid-twenties already, is that how you want to spend the next twenty-five years. Being used as the city bus until your fifty, all for nothing?"

"What's the deal?" Cleander spat. He fidgeted beneath the silence, "The deal damn it!"

"Easy there, tiger," Percy said softly, "Don't get your panties in a twist. Detective Arellano tell you the deal when she's ready. Try asking nicer."

Cleander glared at Reyna, but the girl leaned back and shrugged, "Might be worth a shot."

"Are you serious?" Cleander hissed.

"As a heart attack," Reyna said.

"Fine," Cleander growled, "Please tell me, what's the deal?"

"First I need to know how much you know." Reyna pulled a small flip book from her pocket and steadied a pen, "Answer honestly, we have reason to believe that Tartarus is moving from just drugs to human trafficking, that true?"

Cleander shuttered in his seat before he nodded. "I'm going to need that verbally," Reyna pressed.

"Yes, it's true." Cleander sighed. "We were approached by this masked man. I can't really describe him apart from the fact that he wore a scythe necklace around his neck and when he came he-"

Reyna's body tightened as the door to the interrogation room flung open. A stern woman stood in the doorway, her white hair covered in a black shall. She wore a dark pantsuit and a grizzly expression that looked as if fire burned behind her grey eyes. "Not another word, Cleander!" She bellowed.

"Fuck," Reyna groaned beneath her breath, "Of course they hired her."

"Her?" Percy asked.

"This bitch is just as good as Athena when it comes to law," Reyna hissed, "Themis, they even call her the Lady of Good Counsel in certain circles. We need to fall back."

"You two are despicable," Themis barked, "A man asks for his lawyer and you treat his wishes with complete and utter disregard. He is an innocent man until proven otherwise."

"Right," Percy chided, "An innocent man with enough drugs in his home to kill a horde of elephants and was just about to tell us about a human trafficking ring he was involved in. Super innocent."

Reyna's elbow jammed into his side and Percy winched before she muttered, "I assure you ma'am, this is not a man you want to defend in court. You are a fantastic lawyer, if you get him off, you'll only be causing our community more harm. I'm begging you, don't pursue this case."

"Well detective, I'm afraid that's not your call," Themis replied, coldly. "As for any evidence you've gathered, I'm sure most judges would be more than willing to toss it out after this egregious breach of justice. Truly, Detective, I expected better of you." Her eyes shifted to Cleander, "Release him, now, and I won't make a fuss of this until after your D.A. is notified."

Reyna grumbled and undid Cleander's handcuffs. Percy could feel the hatred radiate of the man's body as he trudged out of the room. Themis had no sooner left the interrogation room before Frank ran in. "Sorry, I tried to hold her for as long as I could, but-"

Reyna's head slammed into the desk, "It's fine, Frank," she growled, "It wasn't your fault. I should have stuck to procedure. I just got so excited to nail this guy and-" She sighed, "I need to go report to Commissioner Chase. Maybe he can break the news to his wife in a way that I won't lose my job."

"I don't know why you're so glum," Percy said. He smiled as he rose from his seat, "That went great."

"Great," Reyna snarled, "What about that went great."

"Well, we know for a fact that they are trafficking people, and we know exactly where we can pick up the trail." Percy said, "I mean, only if you believe that Cleander is a homicidal man-child with no control over his impulses that is?"

Reyna pressed her hands to her face, "Frank, you take Jackson, I'll go with Leo. I'll tail Cleander, you guys try to get a jump on finding Lit. If we don't find him before Cleander, we just set a man up for a slaughter."

A/N: Looks like things are really getting spicy now in more ways than one. Perachel is heating up, but the tags don't lie! Also, looks like the NRPD really stepped in it, let's hope it doesn't come back to bite them, though admittedly, Percy doesn't seem all that concerned. Hopefully, he's right. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter and I hope you all enjoyed reading it. If you did, please be sure to Follow, Favorite, and Review! With that, Peace Out Peeps!